The Beach. Lyrics

Girl let's slide to the beach

I got some people that you might wanna meet

Out here you can be anything you wanna be

We can hit roscoes or go shopping at the flea

Girl what you want you know it's all on me

All on p

702 to the 323

Touch down LA

Just left LV

Spending big racks

Smoking big tree

Murakami on my sleeve really fitted

Got yo girl dead from the way that we living

Shop Bring it back if I'm tryna cop some kicks n

Slide 30 deep if a nigga really tripping

Medusa jezebel how these bitches tryna trap

Say it not a race but I got you niggas lapped

Riding with the Brodie weed smoke front and back

Know we always chilling even know we never lack

Ion fuck around on this beat shit

Tryna ride my wave fuck around get sea sick

This is for the teachers told me I won't be shit

My presence is a prese but it ain't no Free shi

Bad bitch shopping off depop

She gone suck me off like a muhfucking ring pop

Catch me and gang bussing down on some wingstop

You say that you the hottest?

Aww shit nigga please stop

Niggas got ghost

Who I thought was the homie

When shit got real

I peep that he ain't really know me

For me to call you bro

Mans gotta show me

Just copped 2 O's from the plug

No ginobli